The New Monthly Magazine, 6 tomasE. Littell, 1823 |
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... round the court in search of an object to be knocked down by a blow of his boisterous playfulness , or , in a more serious mood , while he is sketch- ing on the margin of his brief the outline of an impossible republic , or running ...
... round the court in search of an object to be knocked down by a blow of his boisterous playfulness , or , in a more serious mood , while he is sketch- ing on the margin of his brief the outline of an impossible republic , or running ...
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... round of little numbered compartments or pigeon - holes , into one of which it finally settled , when the number was proclaimed aloud . Beside this apparatus there was painted on the green baize a table of various successive numbers ...
... round of little numbered compartments or pigeon - holes , into one of which it finally settled , when the number was proclaimed aloud . Beside this apparatus there was painted on the green baize a table of various successive numbers ...
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... round in town , and whose senses are consequently accustomed and blunted to the stimulus of its imposing movements and its noises . This is precisely my own case . Although no stranger to the multitudinous capital , my latter years have ...
... round in town , and whose senses are consequently accustomed and blunted to the stimulus of its imposing movements and its noises . This is precisely my own case . Although no stranger to the multitudinous capital , my latter years have ...
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... round in London , and having little relish and less taste for any thing out of it . Country gentlemen are always led into the lobby : perhaps it is the effect of the transition from youth to middle age , but I could not help fancying ...
... round in London , and having little relish and less taste for any thing out of it . Country gentlemen are always led into the lobby : perhaps it is the effect of the transition from youth to middle age , but I could not help fancying ...
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... round Beauty play'd , Nor gods ' mid joys imagined shame , When the coy Muse a blush betray'd , And Graces fann'd the flame . Like palaces your temples shone , Heroic games your glory raised , Where wav'd o'er Isthmian feasts the crown ...
... round Beauty play'd , Nor gods ' mid joys imagined shame , When the coy Muse a blush betray'd , And Graces fann'd the flame . Like palaces your temples shone , Heroic games your glory raised , Where wav'd o'er Isthmian feasts the crown ...
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104 psl. - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
146 psl. - Yet more ! the billows and the depths have more ! High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast ! They hear not now the booming waters roar, The battle-thunders will not break their rest. Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave...
104 psl. - But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
38 psl. - Ring out, ye crystal Spheres! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow, And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
527 psl. - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
258 psl. - Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made hell grant what love did seek. Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold...
516 psl. - Of all men, saving Sylla, the man-slayer, Who passes for in life and death most lucky, Of the great names which in our faces stare, The General Boon...
218 psl. - Sheriff, at his return, told him, that since he was so ill prepared he should yet have two hours' respite ; so led him from the scaffold, without giving him any more comfort, and locked him into the great hall to walk with Prince Arthur. The Lord Grey, whose turn was next, was led to the scaffold by a troop of the young courtiers, and was supported on both sides by two of his best friends...
507 psl. - Solomon observes, to go to the house of mourning, than to the house of feasting.
516 psl. - Crime came not near him— she is not the child Of solitude; Health shrank not from him— for Her home is in the rarely trodden wild, Where if men seek her not, and death be more Their choice than life, forgive them, as beguiled By habit to what their own hearts abhor— In cities caged. The present case in point I Cite is, that Boon lived hunting up to ninety...